Implied

Reunion, The

Jamie sighed. It was nearly eight o’clock, and she had begun to regret having accepted Bob’s invitation to meet for dinner. She hadn’t seen him for quite a while, and remembered him as being rather dull. In fact, the only memorable event she recalled with any clarity was the “molotov cocktail” she’d given him. Bored to tears on their first (and only) date, she’d fed him salted peanuts, potato chips and pretzels. Then, she had offered an outrageously thirsty Bob a huge pitcher of a bland concoction consisting of water and the contents of a large box of baking soda.

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Average: 4 (11 votes)

Heart-Warming Christmas Story, A

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or, "All I Want for Christmas Is to Be Blown Up"

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Average: 4 (4 votes)

Fun and Games

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"Wha... What's happening?" asked Kirsten.

"Hey!" laughed a funny sounding voice with a speech impediment. "She's coming around!"

"Why so she is!" chuckled another, more sultry sounding voice. "How's it going Kirsten?"

"My head..." she started, trying to rub it but her hands were tied behind her back. "Wha...?" she screamed. She opened her eyes but everything was all blurry. "Where am I?"

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Average: 4 (8 votes)

Bloating, The

The cold, dark halls of the Rez-Corp research facility was not a place full of activity. Nobody was usually in the halls except to get from one research department to another. Rebecca Anderson walked down the barren halls to the parking lot, ready to go home for the day. She built her success mainly on stealing other people's projects or spying. The Rez-Corp research facility was a semi-casual place, so people didn't have to wear specific uniforms. Rebecca wore her usual black slacks with black belt, and a plain button-down white shirt.

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Average: 3.1 (7 votes)

Being Terri's Balloon

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or, "Blown Past 240"

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Average: 4.1 (14 votes)
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